I believe in karma.
I believe that if I do something to someone, eventually the karma wheel will swing around and smack me upside the head.
I believe this with all my heart -- especially since I have seen it in action time and time again.
That karma wheel. It's the real-deal equalizer, at least in my experience.
Which is why I was a little surprised at myself when I despaired at being able to help the Roo-girl extricate herself from her mean-girl situation.
The usual excitement at the start of a fresh school year had been replaced by panic when she discovered that she and Ms. Mean Girl shared a math class in addition to cheer. We tried to move her schedule around to make it go away, but we were unable to find a solution.
Instead, Roo went to school with her head held high, determined to make it work somehow. She seemed to have the math class situation under control, but cheer? That was another story.
The situation was uncomfortable and showed no signs of solutionalizing itself. (And yes, that is TOO a word!)
Until the first official football game on Friday.
The coach and the adviser caught up with me as I raised my camera to start my job again as official team photographer. "Did you hear?" they asked me.
"Hear what?" I asked.
"Ms. Mean Girl quit the team," I was told.
It's true. For whatever her reasons, the mean girl has turned in her uniform and removed herself from the squad, leaving Roo breathless with relief.
"Now it's my team, my friends, MY safe haven," she crowed after the game when we talked about it.
And the karma wheel swings around once again.
Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms